Walking to work earlier and there was a dead cat on the side of the kerb. Absolutely awful. Didn't look like it died peacefully either. I just burst into tears. Looks like someone's hit her and then moved her. It was opposite the vet so I left a note in the door but the vet doesn't seem to be open today so I just rang the Council who are going to collect her. Just feel so upset. She looked just like Millie and she's obviously someone's beloved pet. Typically, today is the first day I've let Millie out in the garden unsupervised all day (the catflap's open so she can shelter in the conservatory if she wants to sleep). Made me feel really queasy. RIP poor little mite.